As soon as I stepped inside the class, everyone’s attention was turned to me. I kept my head low as I made my way to my seat without looking at anyone. I’ve started feeling anxious as all the eyes looked at me. When I had taken out my book, notebook, and pen, I didn’t have anything to do so I kept my head low. My nails dug into my palms when I heard people talking about me.
I fought back the urge to dash out of the class but I was saved as soon as the professor entered the class. I tried my best to concentrate on what the professor was talking but I couldn’t. I was able to hear everyone around me no matter how low the voices spoke. I could hear them talking about me. It surprised me at first.
I tried my best to keep a straight face and copy the diagrams that the professor was drawing on
